Proud Surly Dad moment last night.
My daughter’s basketball team played Anderson. She’s a sophomore and has moved back and forth between Varsity and JV depending on roster needs due to COVID, and last night she was on JV, which was good because there she starts and gets more playing time than on Varsity. More opportunity to improve so she’ll be even better next year when she’s on Varsity, I keep telling her.
Because of COVID cases, McCallum starters played the entire game with no subs, while Anderson was constantly rotating players. McCallum was down 10 at one point, and I thought Anderson might pull away for a blowout. But McCallum fought back, and my daughter made the game-tying shot in the final minute to send it into overtime.
Then, she hits the go-ahead shot with eight seconds left in overtime. And then, she blocks Anderson’s last-second shot – from a player that had been lighting it up for them all night – to seal the win. After the game, she walked all the way across the gym to give me a big Dad hug, and I could feel the joy and elation from her. Even better that it was against their rival. I’m still grinning the next day writing this.
[And I stayed for the Varsity game, in which Anderson kicked the ever-living shit out of our girls, so even better that my daughter played the JV game.]